"Who bids me make way?"
The black-bearded man looked at him with an air of some astonishment, and then answered shortly,—
"They call me Ketill; but what is that to you?"
Without heeding the other's gruffness, the old man asked,—
"Does King Hakon sail from Hernersfiord to-day?"
"King Hakon has not sailed for many a day. His son leads this force."
"Ay, I had forgotten, we are both old men now. Then Estein sails to-day?"
"Ay, and I sail with him. My ship awaits me, so make way, old man," replied Ketill.
"Whither do ye sail?"
"To the west seas. I have no time for talking more. Do you hear?"